[Lyrics] Migos – 2Pac & Biggie Lyrics

Lyrics
I’m the next 2Pac and Biggie
Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie
Pop a molly have you shaking
Like that nigga Diddy
Your pockets fat but now they slim
Call it Missy i got that Bobby Brown
But I ran out of Whitney
Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey
Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving
Smoking Larry Kush and we
Call it Eddie Murphy
And I keep my circle tight, like a virgin
Black and grey old Cutlass, George Gervin
Fuck your mama make you made, call me Melvin
Drugged up I’m bout to overdose
Call me Elvis
The world is mine I feel like Scarface
I’m fucking hoes I feel like Babyface
I know some migos put a scar on your face
That bitch bad she got a baby face
Her ass fat but she got a baby waist
That’s my lil’ boo thang
I call her Babycakes
‘Bout to go to the jeweler, call up TV Johnny
Want Takeoff to do a show?
Gon’ cost some TV money
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies that will kill for a bump
I know niggas that finesse
Pigeons out the trunk
Lil’ goons on the block like a 9 to 5
I know J’s that cut your
Grass just for a dime
I know hoes that sell they soul for bankroll
Same bitch in high school
She act like I don’t know her
Birds flyin’ in, just for the summer season
Coca so good, had the junkies nose bleeding
Junky clean my rims, rake my leaves
Wash my car cause he know I got that pack
Take him off to Mars
I ask lil’ mama have she
Ever rolling off them bars
She suck me up then call my
Phone askin’ for them bars
Feds calling up my phone saying
That I’m selling squares
Selling birds, selling pigeons
Flying to Brazil
Feds calling up my phone saying
That I’m selling squares
Selling birds, selling pigeons
Flyin’ to Brazil
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
Plug across the water, I’m taking a vacation
Plug helping me eat, Army salvation
Your bitch with me
(What time is it?) , penetration
And I fucked her so good she hyperventilating
International J’s some be Haitian
Some be Asian
Quarterback vision, you can call me Peyton
J’s at the Texaco working like they slaving
Working with the soda, it’s already baking
Fiends crave it
Fiends itching like it’s poison ivy
Moving all these drugs
CVS should gon’ and hire me
Shake and bake on a plug, call it Ricky Bobby
Sylvester Stallone on my wrist
’cause it rocky
Some fiends like the mollies
Some fiend like the icies
Some fiend like the xans
White like Ku Klux Klan
My money be piling, my goons move silent
My goons be violent, finesse I’m outtie
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
Mp3’s, I know niggas who sell M-16s
Got a plug thats talking them bricks
Dealing with Yao Ming
Got a plug on that gas, and that lean